I love my job. . . .
Today, I took my younger sister to work (she's five) and she played with the twins. Oh my goodness, is there anything cuter than three well-behaved kids hanging out and playing?
She taught them how to build a block tower and how to play with an alligator pop-up ball thing (I don't even know what it was) and they were just generally adorable.
I love kids. Really, even when they irritate the absolute living crap out of me, which happens often because I have a flash temper, I love them.
Today, I took my younger sister to work (she's five) and she played with the twins. Oh my goodness, is there anything cuter than three well-behaved kids hanging out and playing?
She taught them how to build a block tower and how to play with an alligator pop-up ball thing (I don't even know what it was) and they were just generally adorable.
I love kids. Really, even when they irritate the absolute living crap out of me, which happens often because I have a flash temper, I love them.
Just look at her!
Frankly, I'd really like to give writing children's stories a shot later on, when my writing schedule clears up. I'd love to write a middle grade book.
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